The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1887-07-30
aof course I won't 90 to the top" said


small hill with big name, and in short
time Hans was at the top.
"There is the sun" he exclaimed exult-
ingly. sit is SO very pleasant here, I
know grandmother would not object. OF
course she would not. Yes, there is the
SUM-"
| It was very near the horizon. The
clouds were trying to throw crimson
veil over the sun, but its great disk re.
fused to be hidden. 1t was very near
midnight, though Hans did not know the
exact time. He could only give "guess"
about it.
"Now, il what have heard is true"
he reasoned, at won't go much lower,
but it will turn and go up the sky. It
can't go much lower, and it must turn,
yes, it must"
And sure enough it did turn, and it did
mount the sky The soft, sleepy luster
of the sunshine now changed. The light
sharpened. But what was the matter
with Hans? Did the light dazzle his
eyes? It was not that. Suddenly be-
tween him and the sun, on little emin-
ence, up rose form, rather thick and
broad, and to Hans guilty sight, the
most formidable object that could posi-
bly, have appeared!
GRANDMOTHER gasped Hans. Yes,
between his eyes and the suns face, on
that little eminence, stood grandmother,
saying not word, apparently enjoying
this view of the midnight sun.
ooh, DEAR" thought Hans. "She heard
that door bang, and followed me! Let
me runl Where are those rocks which
she said had holes in them?"
He turned and slipped down the crest
of the mountain, and how relieved he
was to see hole that looked very inno-
cent, in big misshapen ledge. He
crept into the hole.
"Therel I am safe!' he said. II will
wait here till she is tired Of looking for
me, and then go down."
He had hardly said this, when he
heard hurried painting just outside the
door OF his retreat.
"Grandmotherr' he gasped again.
"Hans," said threatening voice,
"where are your
He made no reply. He could look
through the hole slyly and see her stout
body in the bright sunlight.
"Hans you are in hole!'
This rather startled Hans. He shifted
his position, and the moment he did so,
he seemed TO loose his footing and began
to slide down-somewhere
Ughl Ugh! Ughr' he shrieked. Where
was he going? He thought of grandmoth-
er's words about bad places in the rocks.
Was he in one of those places? He GER
tainly was. And what would he find at
the bottom? Bear, snake, or what. He
screamed again. He now came to an
end of his slide-for the present-but
there was no telling where he would go
next! Instead of midnight sun, he was
in midnight darkness.
"HansI'
1t was his grandmother at the top of
this awful den.
"You down there?"
"Oh, yes, grandmother Do get me
outl"
"What did tell you? Naughty boyl
Can't you climb out?"
"Oh-ohl Nor'
"Stay there! Don't go any fartherl I
will see what can be done. Don't novel"
"Oh-don't gop'
''But l must! need rope"
"Let somebody else get the rope"
"But I must tell them. Stay where
you arel Don't novel II you do there is
no telling where you may go.
ooh, won'tp'
There he waited, one minute chilled
with the cold atmosphere of the place,
and then his face would be flushed with
terror. He gripped damp rock near
him, and chung to it as il an awful chasm
yawped beneath. After what seemed an
endless delay, he heard voices again.
"Here, catch this"
1t was the bass voice of man. He
heard an object falling near him. 1t was
a rope. He gripped it.
"Got hold?" said the voice.
"Y-y.esr'
"Now, them shouted the rescuer.
Up, up, up, up, came Hans. Out into
the light he was dragged, and there he
saw Jacob and grandmother both tugging
on the rope.
"ThereF' said Jacob. "Now let this
be lesson, little boy"l
"Little boyP' That was like the snap
per tied to the end of whip lash.
However, Hans deserved all the lesson
that was administered to him, and it was
the last time he disobeyed grandmother
up there in the land of the midnight sun.
Congregationalist.
HOW TO TEACH A BIRD TO
STAND ON YOUR FINGER.
Set the cage on table near where you
wish to sit; after a little conference with
the bird, introduce finger between the
wires near the favorite perch, holding it
there patiently, yourself occupied with
book or paper the while. Presently, as